Like bread soaked in fragrant honey,
things are bloated
Beneath surfaces, electrified
lines drone and sting. Blood rushes
to my fingertips.
Words are winged
photons that startle and scatter.
I catch them, pin them to lined paper,
anchored by articles,
labeled with punctuation marks,
L.C. Ricardo is a mom and aspiring writer living in Florida. She blogs over at Spinning Straw into Gold (http://spinstrawintogold.blogspot.com).